Yu Chiyan had set off three days ago, but Su Yun was stuck in Beijing, not knowing what to do. And Sanskrit, also in order to take care of Su Yichen, did not leave for a long time.
In the Zen Temple, in the Zen room.
"The medicine is ready, come, drink the medicine." Fanyin brought the bowl in front of Shen Jiayan.
There is a slightly cloudy precipitate in the dark Chinese medicine. When one end came over, the unique bitter taste immediately permeated the entire meditation room.
Shen Jiayan only glanced at it, then turned his head in disgust: "I don't want to drink, it's so bitter."
Sanskrit was a little unexpected, he always drank the medicine in one gulp, and he had never said that he didn't want to take the medicine. What's more, what Su Yichen found for this reason is really ridiculous.
"How do you know the medicine is bitter before you take a sip?" Sanskrit handed the medicine bowl to Shen Jiayan's lips, coaxing, "This medicine is what I usually drink, it's not bitter."
Hearing this, Shen Jiayan's eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed a little moved, and asked hesitantly, "You didn't lie to me?"
"Monks don't tell lies." Sanskrit laughed and passed the bowl forward.
Sanskrit is wearing a blue robe today, with a crane embroidered with both god and form on it, as if fluttering its wings and ready to fly. When he smiles, his face looks more and more handsome and pure, as if a heaven and a man descended from the earth.
Shen Jiayan buried her face in the quilt, only showing her eyes timidly: "Then, take a sip first, let me see."
In order to prove that the medicine is not bitter, Sanskrit picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip, and finally looked at Shen Jiayan with a smile in his eyes: "I drank it. Do you believe me now?"
Shen Jiayan shrank back into the quilt again: "I'm still a little scared. Why don't you take another sip and show me, okay?"
Sanskrit was about to agree, but when he saw Shen Jiayan's eyes rolling a few times, he suddenly understood something.
Sanskrit picked up the medicine bowl and took another big gulp, then under Shen Jiayan's secretly thankful gaze, he pinched his chin lightly and poured all the medicine in.
The two were very close, and their breath blended with each other. Fanyin saw Shen Jiayan's eyes widen suddenly, but he pushed all the medicine in with the tip of his tongue without changing his expression.
Shen Jiayan wanted to refuse, but the Sanskrit voice pressed against the root of his tongue. The medicine went back and forth between the two of them, Shen Jiayan could only feel the bitter taste of the traditional Chinese medicine on his tongue, it was unspeakably bitter.
In the end, Shen Jiayan swallowed the medicine.
As soon as the medicine was swallowed, Shen Jiayan complained with tears in her eyes: "You still say that monks don't tell lies, you are lying, this medicine is clearly bitter!"
Sanskrit stuffed a lotus seed into Shen Jiayan's mouth, and his eyes stayed on Shen Jiayan's lips that were slightly red and swollen from his kiss, and said pointedly: "Is this medicine bitter? Why do I still think it's a little sweet?"
Shen Jiayan covered his lips with his hand, his eyes widened.
Sanskrit gently wiped off the remaining medicine stains at the corners of Shen Jiayan's mouth with his fingers, and there was a faint smile in his eyes: "Do you drink the remaining medicine by yourself, or should I continue to feed you?"
Shen Jiayan immediately took the bowl from Fanyin's hand, frowned and drank it clean.
Sanskrit applied ointment to Shen Jiayan on time every day and fed him medicine. Within a few days, the wounds on his body gradually healed and began to show signs of healing.
Under the old locust tree in the center of the courtyard.
The old host is still sweeping the floor unhurriedly, like a day for decades.
Fanyin lowered his hands: "Master, this disciple will leave for the north tomorrow. Yichen will trouble you."
The old host stopped sweeping the floor, and every wrinkle on his face seemed to be shining with the light of wisdom: "Don't worry, Master will definitely take good care of Benefactor Su."
"Thank you, Master." Fanyin paused, and added a few words subconsciously, "His wound has just healed, you should remind him not to scratch every day; he is afraid of the pain of the medicine, and sometimes he does not want to drink it, you have to watch it He drank it, or he would have smuggled it out; and, he... "
"Sanskrit!" The old abbot called out, "In Master's opinion, Master can't do such a tedious and meticulous job. Why don't you take him with you?"
Sanskrit thought for a while, then lowered his head and said with a smile: "The northern land is the most bitter and cold. His body is not yet fully recovered, not to mention the plague is everywhere. I don't want him to suffer like that."
"Son, do you still remember what Master said to you last time?" The old host waited for Sanskrit to nod his head before continuing to ask, "Then Master asked you, can you let it go now?"
"From the moment I saw him lying there covered in blood, I couldn't let it go." Fanyin looked at the old host, "Master, do you blame disciples?"
"My child, for thousands of years in my Buddhist school, you are the one closest to the true Buddha. Therefore, when Xiaoyin appeared, everyone asked me to 'kill' him—because the human nature should not appear in the Buddha. "The old host smiled, "But do you know why Master didn't 'kill' him, but hid him secretly?"
"Why?" Fanyin was also puzzled by this point.
"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? This is the Buddha." The old abbot looked at Sanskrit with loving eyes, "You have done enough, Master really can't bear to deprive you of your last humanity. You can't even feel the basic emotions. So, how could Master blame you?"
"Master, I..."
The old host continued to sweep the fallen leaves: "Go! A Buddha is not necessarily heartless and loveless. If you are contaminated with love, you may not be unable to become a Buddha. Master has always believed in you."
Fanyin solemnly kowtowed to the old abbot, then turned and walked to Shen Jiayan's wing.
When Fanyin entered, Shen Jiayan was packing his luggage. The wound on his leg has not fully healed, and he is grinning in pain, looking for clothes in the box.
Sanskrit frowned lightly, and helped him to sit on the bed: "What are you doing packing up? Are you unhappy living in the temple?"
"No." Shen Jiayan gathered the clothes on the bed into a pile, and said as a matter of course, "Aren't you going to the north to cure the plague? I'll go with you."
Fanyin put back the clothes on the bed one by one: "Yichen, I also really hope that you can go with me. But this time is really dangerous, and even I am not sure of getting out. You just stay here Wait for me, don't make trouble."
Shen Jiayan grabbed Fanyin's hand: "Won't Su Yun go too? I don't worry if you go with him."
Sanskrit was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Shen Jiayan meant, and tapped his forehead with his index finger: "There is no one in this world who can tempt me except you, and I will not think about him."
"But I still want to go with you." Shen Jiayan looked at Fanyin with some expectation in his eyes.
"Yichen, I have to take care of you when you're gone, and you can't help, so don't make any trouble, okay?" Sanskrit could only say this, and then looked at those star-like eyes slowly. Dim down.
What he didn't mention was that he was afraid that what those people would do to Su Yichen would make him use the mouse. He dared not take the risk.
Shen Jiayan lay down silently with his back on his back, speechless all night.
In the early morning of the second day, the east dawned.
Fanyin rode a steed and stopped at the gate of the temple for a long time with the medicinal materials he needed. It's just that the person to wait for never came.
Sanskrit concealed the disappointment in his eyes, and a wry smile rose from the corner of his mouth. It seems that last night he was really angry at himself for saying that he was a drag, and he didn't even come to deliver it today.
Riding on horseback to the official road, he ran into Su Yun's carriage on a narrow road.
"Master Sanskrit, what a coincidence." Su Yun lifted the curtain of the carriage, and said with a smile, "Since we are so destined, why not go with us?" After only a few days of seeing each other, Su Yun's skin was as thick as fat, his eyebrows were sculpted, and his eyes were full of hope. Flying, every frown and smile, there is an indescribable style.
Sanskrit looked at him, and felt that although his facial features were not perfect, they had an inexplicable deceptive meaning, which was very strange. Seeing his attitude again, he couldn't help but think of what Su Yichen said to him last night, and immediately became more defensive: "No need. The way is different, so don't conspire with each other."
"National teacher, meeting is fate." Su Yun slowly got off the carriage and looked up at Sanskrit, "No matter how powerful the national teacher is, he is only one person, and he always needs to rest and eat. Together, we can have a good time." Wouldn't it be better to take care of you?"
Sanskrit hadn't spoken yet, and the medicine box behind the carriage was opened from inside: "Sorry, he's not alone, he still has me."
Su Yichen still had bamboo leaves on his head and astragalus on his clothes, so he stuck out his tongue at Sanskrit in such a distressed state: "I'm already here, you can't drive me back."
Sanskrit took off the bamboo leaves from his head, but the moment he saw him, the boredom caused by Su Yun disappeared without a trace.
Su Yun's face turned ugly, and he remembered something immediately. He smiled and said, "Is the second brother's health better? I heard that the guards in the palace beat people up. It's not serious. The second brother is still running around outside. , don’t accidentally get hurt again.”
Shen Jiayan didn't even look at him, smiled and rushed towards Sanskrit, and jumped down.
Sanskrit took a step forward subconsciously, reached out and firmly took Shen Jiayan into his arms. This is what they used to play in the meditation room. Every time Shen Jiayan was too lazy to move, he just threw himself into Fanyin's arms and asked him to catch him.
Shen Jiayan found the most comfortable position in Fanyin's arms, and looked at Fanyin with trusting eyes: "Brother, worry too much, Fanyin will definitely protect me. It's like this in the palace, and it's the same outside. "
Su Yun clenched her fists silently, obviously he should be the focus of that person's eyes, and he should be the one that that person held in his palm to protect. What is Su Yichen, he deserves to fight with himself!
Su Yun suppressed the jealousy in her heart, looked at Shen Jiayan and said to Sanskrit: "Second younger brother is weak, and Shan Guoshi is alone. I'm afraid it's difficult to be considerate, and my elder brother is also worried. Why don't we take care of each other in the next journey?"
Fanyin glanced at Shen Jiayan in his arms, and finally said "yes".